Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Magazine,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.